Labor Day weekend seems a fitting time to revisit, at least in the virtual world, Bridgeport’s Pleasure Beach, once a haven for that city’s working class that also attracted tourists (to Bridgeport! – in 1938, 30,000 visitors showed up on one day. Glen Miller performed there. Rides! Amusements!). That all passed long ago as Bridgeport became nothing but a sprawling crack den, but there were still summer cottages on the island, built on land from the city. In 1997, the bridge t Pleasure Island burned down (it was ready to go because, when the state offered to rebuild the decaying structure some years before, the city’s governors were too lazy to fill out an application accepting the project). The summer renters stayed on, either walking or taking boat out to their shacks, until Bridgeport decided they had to go too. It took a court fight, but eventually the renters were evicted.
Today, nothing’s left. The houses and their occupants are gone, the city has essentially abandoned all hope of coming up with funds to build a new bridge and the beach has reverted to birds and the sea. Environmentalists will cheer that development but then again, they’re the same folks who cheered the best seller, “The World Without Us”. I’m on the side of humans, and I think the story of Pleasure Beach offers a frightening glimpse into our future as civilization crumbles.